Pride
I'm first
you're worst
Greed
all mine
don't whine
Envy
I need
your deed
Gluttony
pig out
grow stout
Sloth
sweat, plow
not now
Wrath
Joad's grapes
bad scrapes
Lust
dispose
of clothes
Knives and forks being sharpened for the big event
Thanksgiving feast that is too come
Turkey’s everywhere on alert wanting to avoid the Ax
Their thought of escape from the oven to being stuffed
Always the main course
Turkey’s defeat
Planning on their retreat
Turkeys are leaving town
Planning places where they can’t be found
While others are being plucked
Victims of no surrender
Turkey score
It will be a soar
Households all united in their quest of the turkey serve
Knives and forks getting set to dig in
Turkeys are venturing to places to be free
The solution being flee
Turkeys want peace, rest and comfort
The Turkeys blame of the Pilgrim’s in what they started
They couldn’t leave wellness alone
Turkeys became full blown
Pilgrim’s, look what you done
“Turkey pig out”
I decided to get a preview of the Thanksgiving leftovers.
Anticipating the humans suffering from day-after-hangovers.
Lucky for me, someone left the frig open a crack.
I slid in there and laid down under the largest full rack.
I started on the pie, it was super delicious of course.
Save some for me yelled a voice; it sounded like a miniature Norse.
stuffing smells delicious, if there is one spice I love it is sage.
I could pig out here forever. I’ve been here an hour, I’d gauge.
The door opened slowly, and I tumbled onto the floor.
The cook in the kitchen was so angry, I got kicked out the door.
I did not care, because in each of my fists was a drumstick so round.
My fat bottom saved me as I landed squarely on November’s ground.
I’ll be back next year! I yelled to my neighbor Mrs. McFur.
She was on the phone to my mother, complaining, I am sure.
the better the boat
the better you cope with storms
privilege pig out
Holidays
Written: by Miracle Man
11-28-2019
I awoke before dawn to the sound of cold rain,
Which means most living here will be house bound.
I’m sure that on travelers this may cause strain,
But much to be thankful for can still be found.
Thanksgiving at the Wright’s is never a blowout,
For that doesn’t happen when there’s only two.
There is always ample and we usually pig out,
But on most holidays I’ve a tendency to feel blue.
Around this time of year the mail picks up,
Seems more people want what they think we possess.
The telephone starts ringing around sunup,
Coupled with past holiday’s they tend to depress.
But this soon passes as another year begins,
“If the Lord willing and the creek don’t rise..”
As for now It’s blather and political news spins,
And nothing I hear is a complete surprise.
But today we feel blessed and by God endorsed,
Having fifty-four years together and God has blessed.
Facing trials we’ve found our faith reinforced,
And we’ve viewed each one as God’s growth test.
Cereal is good for you and tastes good too
On a scale of one to ten, it's rated twenty-two
When I was a wee one
It was better than none
These days, I pig out on Spoon Size Shreddies, I do
A Patriotic Idiotic Pig Out
What we did determine without a doubt,
Apparently Bowel was patriotic pig out;
Never desired,
Or inspired,
And with boredom had been a big bout.
Thanks to Sand Blown.
Ahhh. Bowel a big blow out.
Jim Horn
Was not deserving of being
called a Bowl.
I know daddy's gone and it's for him that you pine
I can't bring him back so instead will you please be my valentine?
On a scale of one to ten you're an easy ten point nine
I hear you cry at night Mommy but we're going to be fine
We'll breathe life back into each other with the greatest love that ever did shine
Our bond and hearts will be stronger then anything else that ever intertwine
I can't buy or share with you any wine
I can help cook your favorite dinner and we can dine
Afterwards we can pig out on a bunch of chocolate like a couple of swine
You're the best Mommy in the world and I think you're divine
Don't worry Daddy has a great view from heaven and I know he'll see his special valentine sign
He came to me in my sleep and said he missed our pretty smiles so I made you a special card with a super silly design
My mommy, my friend no matter what I'll love and protect you, I'm so glad your mine
I hope my card helps make you smile for daddy and you'll do me this extra big favor and be my special valentine
DISGUSTING COMMERCIAL
As one gets older things begin to sag
Belly hangs over, energy lags
Better take thought for your health old man
Heed this add, start our diet plan
Oh, there’s fat-free, sugar-free, freedom from gas
Beach ball bloating a thing of the past
Darlene B,, bikini beauty, she lost fifty
From obese to trim now aint that nifty
I tell ya, gordo, though you may resist
Fifty off that paunch will never be missed
If going cold turkey has failed in the past
Cash on the line will save you at last
Our plan now comes with money back guarantee
So what if you pig out – go on a spree
Nothing’s lost but your self esteem
After the orgy macho bod only a dream?
No! Shovel in the junk food one last time
Then start life over, call up Trim Line
Dave Austin
Thanksgiving meal has come,
A big feast for the tum,
But not so good for the waist.
Each eager guest hovers,
Hungry, turkey lovers
Cannot wait for that first taste.
Each child and each duffer,
Tomorrow will suffer
That to the table they raced.
Some folks lose their reason
In holiday season.
They pig out until disgraced.
For Dr. Mehta's contest
It was a cold and muddy day
as Gertrude lay smiling.
Just the kind of weather
that she adored.
She could splash around
for hours in the glop
and guzzle up
all her shlopp
when it was time.
Oh how she loved
the sound
of the hog-call.
It would signal
that special time
of day for her
when she could literally
pig-out!
Her delicate pink skin
did not tan too well,
always needing
a good coating of oils,
hence the perfection
in the weather described.
Her trotters,
she thought,
were possibly
her best feature –
could they
be called dainty?
Unlike her large snout
that she sometimes wished
could have been
more discreet-looking.
She valued her large ears
because they were
indeed an asset,
especially close
to supper time
and her eyes,
well, they were
the eyes of
an intelligent creature,
somewhat underestimated
by Man,
simply because
of the sweet tasting
tantalising suppleness
of the flesh
of the animal.
What to do
thought Gertrude,
but eat,
eat, eat,
eat, eat,
while you still
could eat,
at least.
Because one day –
every pig knew
as all pigs know –
we would all see
the blade descend
on us
and
then
splat!
My husband is the man whom i cant live without
He gave me love and joy,and makes me feel proud
I miss the way he laugh, the way he talk
the way he kisses and hug me a lot .
We always drive around the city of ZC
Until we find a perfect place to hangout
I miss our picnic time and the way we pig out
Until we are full and hear our own burp.
Even if sometimes we quarrel a lot
God knows i never meant to hurt the one i love
I miss the way he console me and tell me
that everything will gonna be alright.
I know me and my husband
Are two people that are not alike
That is why we need patience for us to adjust
But he will always be,God's greatest gift into my life.
Inspite of our differences
We still choosed to tie our love with a knot
And we have no idea where fate will goin to lead us
But one thing is for sure,I'll stay with this man...no matter what.
Became so fat he floated away
"Who the heck is that?", they'll say
Too much pizza, ice-cream, and pop
Parents should have told him to stop!
Five-hundred pounds of blubber
So much for land-lover!
Someday he will orbit Earth
So much for what exercise is worth!
If you eat too much be like him
Don't pig out on a whim!
Favorite pig out…
Bier bratwurst and sour kraut
Flies buzzing about
Shopping day today and my supplies are low.
I plan on inviting everyone to a cook out
so I better make a list of what I will need.
I will need tolerance – sure I have some, but
there will be many showing up and I doubt
they will bring their own – for my crowd
will be many and varied.
Humor, humor, humor. I had better stock
up on that. If these people don’t
just get over themselves
and learn to take a joke, then I’m afraid
they are in for lots of very preventable aggravation.
Common sense. Now, I know it’s not
the most sought out hors d oeuvre , but
it is the most important. If more people would
help themselves to generous helpings of
common sense,
I do believe things would be much easier.
Some charm, civility, manners – good God, yes –
intelligence wouldn’t hurt, and we could
have us a real good time.
Unfortunately,
most people like to pig out on the
jealousy, envy, pride, prejudice on the
other tables. Scoop me some helpings of
rudeness, guile, back stabbing and pity while
you’re at it.
But, not at my cook out.
You only get served tolerance, humor, common sense,
charm, civility, manners, intelligence …
Come join me, but be prepared to join in.
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